Launching this war was naturally not just to test the World-Swallowing Pseudo-Fetus's abilities.
For the Hive Legion to grow stronger, it would not be enough to rely solely on Isaiah and the other legion commanders raising their own levels.
Lincon wanted not only an improvement in overall quality, but also greater numbers and scale.
Hearing Lincon's cold, utterly emotionless words, fine beads of cold sweat appeared on the Withered Hoof Lord's forehead.
It knew that if it answered this question incorrectly, it would immediately end up like the Cinder Demon Lord—a corpse.
No... it might not even leave behind a corpse.
"Withered Hoof is willing to lead my three subordinate races in submitting to the great Dark Overlord and accepting your command and deployment."
After a pause, it continued, "As for the Cinder Demon Lord's four Abyssal races, I can persuade them to surrender for you. As long as you are willing to spare their lives, I guarantee with my life that they will never betray you. They will become the vanguard that expands your territory."
Lincon narrowed his eyes slightly. "You and your tribe betrayed them just now."
The Withered Hoof Lord straightened its chest and replied calmly, "I simply refused to do something foolish. Before your army, we had no room to resist. Continuing to fight would only lead to the annihilation of our entire army."
Lincon nodded and walked over to the Withered Hoof Lord.
"Relax your mind."
The Withered Hoof Lord's body tensed at those words, but it quickly obeyed.
Lincon spread his fingers and pressed his hand against the Withered Hoof Lord's forehead. A dark golden Overlord Mark burrowed through his palm and into the other's mind and soul.
To prevent the Hive Legion from betraying him, Lincon did not mind placing an Overlord Mark